Somewhere between the tick-tock of the universe's great clock and the endless nothing, there lies a silence. It's not an absence but a presence, gently cradling the melody of stars. The spaces between are where stories unfold—where the whispers of ancient cosmic winds find their voice.
Imagine floating in this quiet expanse, where every heartbeat syncs with the rhythm of galaxies. The stars hum a tune only the heart knows, a symphony of stillness that doesn't need an audience, just ears willing to listen.
It's a curious thing, this void. Some say it's lonely, others say it's alive. I think it's simply eternal.
So the stars speak through their quiet, a language of light and shadow, of presence and absence. And in this soft conversation, we find the rhythm of the cosmos's heartbeat.
Close your eyes and listen. You might just hear it too. A somber arythm, a dance without steps, where the silence sings.